CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

CALL ME OUT:

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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama) kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder) moneyballer available on request



Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc) googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game) aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party) portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party) confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag) feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo) pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) screechy

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cw: full frontal ig im sorry fire emblem god

[himbomb]

Libra?!

[Is what Rex manages to croak out, the signature hoarseness of his voice completely unmistakeable. He's too shocked to resist any worried touches, merely boring holes into the clergyman's countenance with his eyes. The young Guardian's weapons of mass destruction, also known as his fucking hands, fall to either side of his body as he's left to process this seemingly impossible fate. It's not as though interdimensional time-travel is out of the question per se, oh no! He's been privy to it a multitude of times. Why, it is simultaneously the reason he's here, the reason he has the faintest inkling as to what's currently happening, and of course, the reason why he's supposed to be a dead.]

Now I know the inside of my stupid brain is an even bigger asshole than I used to be, but... Whoa!

[What strikes Rex as most improbable is that, after twenty-something years of mostly suffering, constantly working hard and coming up short...

That something primarily good would happen to him, Rex Sloan. Something wholly positive, for the most part.]

God, when you blow yourself to smithereens, isn't your brain, like, the first thing to go? It's not connected to any of the right ports, for Christ's sake. For fuck's sake, it's gotta take one last metaphorical dump on my feelings like this? For fucking Naga's sake! Fuck!

[Without any sort of warning, he grabs one of Libra's hands, moving his fingers around the other's wrist. If Rex were in his right mind, he'd take note of the fact that no wedding ring is present, but for right now, he's searching for a pulse. Not long after, he lifts his other hand to the side of his neck, two surprisingly intact digits feeling for the same signs of life on himself.

Shit.

It's a match.]

Liebs? Is that really you? Whuuuuh... Wait! Say somethin' holy.

[And, of course, in one of Rex's worst foot-in-mouth moments to date-]

Are you still a virgin, my dude?

LMFAO

[notthatdarkmage]

[ Libra kind of wants to laugh when Rex all but makes that comment about his brain, because really. It is extremely childish and yet...it is so him all the same.

But!

He does let the darker-haired male touch him just so, especially since it is just around his wrist. To allow him to do what he feels what he needs to do to find the affirmation that this too is real. Though once he's done with that, he will instantly take off the cloak he's wearing because, hm.

Can't let his beloved one and only walk off full frontal, you know? ]

Dear Naga...that is the first thing you think to ask me?

Then again, it is so you.

[ He will toss the cloak right at him. ]

To answer your question properly...I don't see why I would not be. Please also clothe yourself properly while you are in a house of the goddess and the heavenly father.

snags wifi during my 9 hour exam to send this

[himbomb]

[Rex catches Libra's cloak at a speed of a frightening intensity, a small taste of his supernatural abilities operating in full force. His movements at the space station were far from slow, clearly skilled and well-coordinated, but now they're on a different level entirely.

Without saying anything at first, the former black ops agent makes himself comfortable in Libra's clothes, for once not making an attempt to show off his body. He's had to assess many an awful situation in record time, especially in the past few months, and the weight of it all hits him like that of a falling skyscraper.

Not unlike the lavender scent that enters his nostrils, presumably from Libra's cloak itself.

He remembers this smell. It used to make him feel comfortable.]

Sorry.

[He resists the instinctual temptation to explain himself, to let Libra know that his very existence should have been snuffed out entirely. That the idiotic prattle he had just uttered was him making sense of the situation.

There is almost no way he'd luck out this hard. To end up in the care of a man he's pined after since they parted? Rex is still half-convinced that this is a dream, and that the all-powerful shmuck running the soul monopoly is constructing a cleverly crafted ruse to lure Rex Splode's stubborn spirit into the afterlife once and for all.

But he knows better. Time and time again, Rex has seen people rise from the dead, both in his homeworld and back in Jack's prison. Even death has become impermanent.]

That's Code Rex for, "Are you still single?"

It's been a while. Three goin' on four years for me, but. I know that time travels faster in some worlds and slower in others.

[Spoken entirely from experience.]

So we're in Ylisse, right now?